The first impulse was to stop getting into the bus, but waiting for other two hours in the field with those smells? I got in with dark thoughts. With a baby in my arms I was looking to find a posture in this bus that was looking just like the University Plaza. The young people that were cleared off by the rain, almost undressed, filled the entire bus, taking an improper, the least decent, postures. I would have said that the rain also wailed them away, but it didn’t get them wet as they had few clothes on them. One thing was sure: we were all in a hurry to get home, to be home before six o’clock when the Football Championship from Italy will be broadcasted on TV, a dream came true for us, whom for years had TV shows for maximum two hours/day, with HIM and HER. I stepped ahead, at the front of the bus. Here people from the bus had a different character. Serious people, dressed in casual clothes. A little girl even offered me her seat. I pass it to my wife that takes the baby in her arms. I move forward so the other people could get in the bus. I get in front of a brown man with a fainted face, unshaved, that was holding on an arm four cases of beef cans. He almost dropped one, maybe because he was “more done” than the driver. He was in an aggressive state of mind. I might have not noticed these things, maybe not even him, if in the moment I was around him, he wouldn’t have shouted out: “Let it go!” as if he had to wait for me so that he could give this order. I look at him and I find that I don’t know him, although I try to temperate him:
– Sir! It seems that the driver is a little drunk, it’s not advisable to annoy him, we could harm him but more than that we could harm each other.
– I don’t care! I want to see the game! He answered. It has been a long time since I have seen a Football Championship!
– I hope we can all get to see it, I calm myself down.
– We will see it, how couldn’t we see it, barely we paid?! And he starts an argument from all that he can remember from his tumultuously life.